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John...

John, can you hear me?

John...

John.

Mother.

His legs, keep them still.

Keep them still.

John...

John, sh, sh, sh.

Is he breathing?

Yes, I think so.

Let me see.

He needs to be more comfortable.

Let's get him upstairs.

What was he hit with?

Did you see?

It was a gun.
It was the butt of a gun.

Grace, Mary.

Warm water, please.

What's the hot water for?

To get the women downstairs.

She's strong - my mother.

I'll set him up with a drip.

There are 100 reasons why
he needs to be in a hospital.

But?

The journey would kill him.

Let's hope he'll still be
with us tomorrow.

It's all right, John.

Sh, sh, sh.

John. I'm here, it's all right.

I can't...can't remember.

Hmm?

I can't get it in my head
what happened.

I'll help you.

Lovely boy.

I'm sorry.

Is Daddy going to die?

Don't worry, he's fighting.
He's a fighter.

You were there -
the reporter on the scene.

I'm not a reporter, I'm a diarist.

What's the name you write under?
Countryman.

No, you're right.

What?

The diarist with his love of
Cabbage Whites and English hedgerow,

suddenly in amongst a gang
of professional agitators with

violent intent.

It's the newspaperman's job to tell
both sides of the story.

Oh, yes. Journalistic objectivity.

Two men went to mow a meadow.

When they came back, the first man
told the journalist

the meadow had been
beautifully mown,

but the second man said not
a blade of grass had been cut.

But the journalist reported both
sides of the story.

I don't understand what that means,
it's...

Go and look at the sodding meadow.

I won't do this!
Won't do what?

I won't be pushed into doing
what you want.

This was found.
By one of the gamekeepers.

What is it?

This wasn't a ramble, George. This
wasn't about the right to picnic.

These were men looking for a fight.

Why? Because they want to overturn
everything we believe in.

Karl Marx had a donkey.
Did you know?

A man with a beard
who rode his humble donkey

all over Hampstead Heath.

Who did he think he was?!

The next Messiah?!

George has an article to write.

If you swear like that once
more in my presence I'll send you

back to Bradford where you belong
without so much as a...

by your leave.

Bradford(!)

We need a backup plan.

Hey!

Were you in The Lamb
the night before the trespass?

Um, yes.

Who with?

Gilbert.
Hankin?

Why are you asking me this?
And that teacher fella?

What are you doing
about the gamekeepers...

Was the teacher in The Lamb?

What's his name?

You know his name.
I want it from you.

My father is upstairs
with his head busted open

from the gamekeepers
at the Big House.

What are you doing about that?

Let me show you something.

His blood!

His piss! Steady.

Steady? Steady?!

With your bloody language, son.

Get out.

What did you say?

You heard me.

Name?

My name is Grace Middleton
and you will leave my house now!

You want to wash this table,
Mrs Middleton.

You did this.

You and the bastards you look
after at the Big House

did this to my father.

This isn't over.

When I was a boy,

our neighbour...

Jack Laidlaw, his name was,

he went blind. And, er...

..he gave me
the only book that he had.

It was about Stanley, the explorer.

Doctor Livingstone, I presume?

I was so worried about you.

Hats off, hats off.

What have I told you?
Come on, seats, sit down.

Were you in The Lamb on the Friday
before the trespass?

We have people saying you were.

Who? Bert Middleton.

They didn't even ask me
if I'd seen who did it.

Well, did you? See it?

He came in from the side.

It was fast but...
Father should have seen him coming.

He didn't even...

He was just staring.

What were he staring at?

Margaret.

My Henry's here.

What, under your skirt?

No, he's in the field with
three of his pals, milking the cows.

They'll keep doing
it for as long as you need them to.

Margaret...
I'll show 'em job.

Straight upstairs?
Yes.

He's still in The Lamb, you know?
Bill Gibby.

He's hasn't run off like most
politicians would.

And have the police been to see him?

I don't know. Why?

Oh, they'll have him marked
out as the leader, won't they?

Him or you, Grace, from what I hear.

John will set it all straight
when he wakes up.

We've just got to hope
and pray his memory's still there.

These fits are dangerous.

He's having too many of them
and we have to stop them.

What if he dies without Bert
and Mary being here to say goodbye?

If we're going to do this, we're
going to have to be quick about it.

I want you to hold his head...

very, very still.

Will he feel anything?
We don't think so.

But you don't know?
This has to happen, Grace.

Are you all right?
Hmm-mm.

Very still. Hmm.

The pressure on the brain's
making him have the fits.

This will relieve the pressure.

Very still, Grace.

Can you hear me?

John...

John, can you hear me?

It was...
an almost impossible journey.

Tsetse fly,

malaria, cholera,
the heat, the water.

I have marked on the map
the route that he took.

Bagamoyo, Kingaru,

Kikoka,

Kisemo...

..er, Mahata...

..Usagaro, Ugogoya.

I'd go anywhere
and do anything to be with you.

I'm going to talk to George.

Martha...
This will be hard - very, very hard.

But...

..when it's over,
we can begin a straightforward life.

I've tried to be good when
I should have been honest.

I'll be here.

Be gentle.

What does he say?

He says he'll be a witness
if the police prosecute Bert.

So he saw, then?

That's good, Grace.

Is that all, in the letter?

What's that?

Oh, a letter, from Bill Gibby,
pledging his support.

He'll be hoping Father dies.

Then he'll have a martyr
to make history out of.

John Middleton and
the Allingham Trespass,

Gibby, the champion
of the martyred poor...

He's not like that.

How do you know?

What is he like?

He's passionate.

And he's happiest when he's
communicating that passion.

And I've had the benefit of that...

..and I'll always be
grateful to him for...

for lifting my gaze, Margaret.

"Take a look at the world," he said.

"You don't have to look downwards
just because you're poor

"or because you're a woman."

We should change his dressing.

"Communists and firebrands
bussed in from Sheffield

"and Manchester to lead a violent
and unlawful..."

I'm doing what the family
requires of me.

Mary.

I know how to make yourself
feel better.

I used to do it a lot.
How?

Your turn.

One more - together. Ready?

The man with the map!

I taught his son.
We've become friends, actually.

Bert is...

Were you in The Lamb
the Friday before the trespass?

Um... Yes.

Have you been up to the farm?

How is he?

Have you got
a map of Allingham land?

No.

What's this?

This one of yours, map man?

Yes.

Did you mark these public footpaths?

Yes.

Not many, are there?

No.

Can I be honest with you?

It's a scandal.

Makes your blood boil.

"It's a scandal, to be, honest,
that there

"are so few paths for public use
on Allingham land.

"It makes my blood boil."

Your mother died, didn't she?

Yes, she did, when I was your age.

Is my father going to die?

Probably.

He might survive,
because he's strong and cussed.

But... it's more likely
that he'll die.

Is it always better
to tell the truth?

It can be painful, but, yes.

I saw Mr Eyre and Mrs Allingham.

Mary?

I didn't like it.

Wh... What were they doing?

It was like they were kissing
without actually kissing.

What shall I do?

Give it to me to worry about.

I'll have it.
You've enough on your plate.

Back to your witness statement.

The Lamb,
the Friday before the trespass?

"Three men spoke to the
minister with the map.

"I know the three men to be..."

Bert Middleton, Gerard Eyre,
Gilbert Hankin.

What did the map show?

Allingham land.

So I'd be wrong to think that that's
what they were talking about?

"They were talking
about Allingham land

"whilst looking at the map."

I want to try and tell you
about what I saw.

And I mean the fighting.
Our gamekeepers...

My job has always been very clear
to me - get the truth.

That's it. Which is why I want
the best evidence.

Right.

You're a bloody hero!
And you've suffered for it!

You witnessed four years of horror
and you witnessed yesterday

when those people
fought your gamekeepers.

You were there in the woods,
but your mind - in no man's land.

You'd lost control. Am I right?

You can't help me
with the truth about who fought who.

The truth is too precious to risk
obscuring with doubtful evidence.

I won't have it. But in The Lamb?

You with a drink, hearing what
those other men were saying?

That's solid ground.
That's proper truth.

Sign here.

No.

You take your time.
I'll leave it with you.

Go on, Mary.

You were on your way to Liverpool.

Were you running towards something
or away from something?

Would you have stopped in Liverpool?

America?

So, running away, then.

From what, Bert?

How were you going to afford it?

He...
He gave me money.

He's like a brother to me.

Mr Eyre.

You can be happy here, Bert.

This farm can be everything
you're after.

You've spoken
to all the individuals involved?

We're not in a position to
look at specific violence.

We'll come down hard elsewhere.
Elsewhere?

Thought.

I beg your pardon?

Three or more people with a common
purpose or an intent to help

one another by force

if necessary against any person
who may oppose them.

And what's that?

It's what these thugs thought.
Also known as a riot.

What about John Middleton?

Drunk, wife beater, embittered,
defeated...

All your gamekeepers are saying
that he looked like a man possessed.

There's a history of
moral hysteria in his family.

God knows what he would have done...
Thank you, Sergeant.

You two know each other?

It's been a few years, but, yes.

You know this could
define my political life?

What are you frightened of?

The left love a victim,
and when they get one

they make one hell of a story
out of it.

Which is why I've taken
control of the story.

Ours will be out first,
the first story usually wins.

And Hankin?
Oh, he'll be fine.

Look, this goes to the Assizes,
we'll get a jury.

You can't influence a jury.

But a magistrate,
there's room for manoeuvre.

And what will they get?

They'll go to prison.

How was George?

He didn't sign his witness
statement. But he will.

Where have you been?

The village.

George is a man of real integrity -
he takes the world

and his place in it very seriously.

And now he's being tested.
One would have thought that the

one person to see that and to be
alongside him would be his wife.

How's your dad?

The police have been asking me
questions.

What, you too?

Beer?

Beer.

Margaret, your Henry can't be here
forever.

And you've got... Sh, you'd do
the same for me, wouldn't you?

There you are, then.

What did Bill Gibby say?

I haven't spoken to him.

Well, why not? He can help.

He offered, didn't he?

Mary, you come home with us, love.

Phoebe, you sit with John so that
Grace can go and see our Gibby.

Well, come on, then,
what you waiting for?

I looked into it. Rout and Riot.

That's what it'll be
if we're put on trial.

And?

Prison, if we're found guilty.

What's it like? Prison?

It'd be the end of the farm.

Agnes and Sophie,
I don't know what they'd do.

Your whole class would get
a long holiday.

Or months and months of
Martha Allingham.

You're still here.

Yes.

Why?

I wanted to see you.
Why?

I feel responsible
for what happened.

So do I.

How is he?

Is he speaking?

Will he speak?

We don't know.

So when there's a trial...
They've spun it around.

They're now calling it a riot
and saying that my son's a rioter.

But there'll be no trial
for the gamekeeper who tried to

murder my husband.

Did John...?
Yes. He saw.

He looked at me...

and he looked at you...

and he knew.

I don't want you hurt.

Whatever happens, I can't have that.

You mean it'd be bad for your
political career.

I'm in love with you.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

You?

I just want...
Grace. You've come to see me.

You've come this far.

Answer my question.

I came for your help.
I need your help.

You don't love me?

Don't make me say it.

Margaret!

It's John, he's got worse,
where's Grace?

In The Lamb!

Got to go.

How can I help you?

I would like a packet of crisps

and a word with our
distinguished Magistrate.

Oh, let me help you,
Mr Bairstow.

We're hoping the trespass case
will go to trial.

I can't preside over any hearing
if my son is in the dock.

Obviously.

Obviously.

I'm meeting Sergeant Westlake
this afternoon.

He's making his mind up who to
arrest, who to charge.

I'll let him know your position.

Now, what are we to make of that?

I know exactly what to make of that!

What do we do? Phoebe?

Paul told me when he was home
on leave that last time that...

when they bought the wounded in
that had been out in no man's land

for a time...
it was always the ones that had

maggots in their wounds
that survived.

I'm so sorry, George.

Martha?

I'm so sorry.

It will not happen.

I've just married one son off.

I'm not having
the other one un-marry!

Divorce is...

Don't say it, Edmund.
Do not say that word.

Leaving my son
for the village teacher!

Where is she?

Perhaps it's best
if Harry spoke to Martha.

She's good on bad behaviour.

Let me make one thing very clear.

George will not agree to this.
She will not have what she wants.

Mother.

We're finding out we're made of,
Edmund.

Mother says that the world will end
if you don't save us.

Divorce!

Eyre will be tried,
he'll be convicted

and he'll be in Strangeways Prison
before he can say "right to roam".

Martha will have a good long
stretch to get over him

and return to the fold.

Hold our collective nerve?

And all will be well.

Oh, here he is.

Hello, darling.

The key to it all -

a prosecution witness who just
so happens to be a war hero

and a gentleman.

You left it in the desk drawer.

Sorry?

Your witness statement -
for signing.

Mother?

I think that we should thank
Mr Bairstow for everything

he's doing for our family.

And...

there were women.

Mary Heys, trampled to
death by cavalry,

Sarah Jones, of repeated
truncheon blows to the head

by Special Constables.

Will you excuse me, children?
I have to go now.

I am going to leave you
in very good hands.

All lessons will continue as usual.

You have...nothing to worry about.

The fourth victim,
Margaret Downes,

died from a stab wound to the chest.

Sir.

Madam.

I've come to inform you
that you're no longer

a suspect in our enquiries,

so please, feel free to carry on
as normal.

The question I ask myself is,
what's wrong wi' me?

Spit it out.

That's what your mother were doing,
last time I saw her in The Lamb.

We all know what
a useless man your father is.

That's why I offered her
a piece of my pie.

What are you doing?!

Stop it now! Stop it now! Get off!

Both of you, stop! Stop!

What are you doing?!

What were you doing, more like?

No!

Oh, no.

No...

I'm glad it's you.

If it had to be someone in here
with me, I'm ...

..I'm glad it's you.

You knew Bert was going to Liverpool

and you didn't try to stop him
from leaving?

No.

You?

No.

I love him.

And you'd let him go?

Yes.

For love?

When John and I were first married,

he wanted everything
to be right for me.

There was a gate that used to swing
shut on you and it hit me

once and I had
a bruise for a day or two.

John found a round stone and he...

he worked it with another stone like
a pestle and mortar so the first

stone had a hole in it. It was to
stand the gate in when he opened it.

He made me come and look at it
when it he'd finished.

He wanted me to try
the gate in the hole that he'd made.

It was his way of telling me
that he loved me.

But it was cold and it was raining,
so I went inside.

I should have listened better.

I should have had the patience
to hear what he was saying.

You still can.

You've an old head on young
shoulders, Phoebe Rundle.

Is there nothing goes by you?

How do maggots help
an infected wound get better?

They eat dead tissue, and the wound,
we hope...

..heals.

The innocent party

has to want the divorce.
And I'm not sure he does.

And then there's evidence of
adultery. That's the only grounds.

Isn't it enough that...

Sex is the only thing the divorce
courts are interested in.

Even if George was in favour,
there has to be actual evidence.

So the question is -

are you prepared to be
caught at it,

in a desperate hotel room
by a desperate detective?

Is that a price worth paying?

This was a riot.

These men were intent on
manufacturing public disorder

of the most terrifying
and violent character.

With subtle malice, they conspired
to enter your minds that day,

they sought to
undermine your decency

and they visited the hysteria
of discord upon this village.

Now, this trial is
not about who got injured,

who struck which blow when and why.

It is about bad men
with evil intentions.

What is riot?

It requires three or more men -
there were dozens that day.

A common purpose -
the trespass on Allingham land.

Intent to help one another by force
against any person

who may oppose them
in pursuit of the common purpose.

And there's the key.

Did Bert Middleton and Gerard Eyre
plan to use force

when gamekeepers employed by
the Allingham estate did their duty

and stood in the way
of an unlawful trespass?

We will rely on the evidence
of a decorated war hero

and a gentleman of the highest order

to establish that the answer
to that question...

..has to be "yes".

Were you in The Lamb
the Friday before the trespass?

Yes, I was.

There are those who'd be surprised
to hear that a man of your status

frequented such an establishment.

I spent three years in the trenches.

And The Lamb serves good beer.

Who did you see
in The Lamb that night?

Robin Lane.

The minister...

..my father-in-law.

And, er, the defendants.

They were looking at a map
of Allingham land.

Did you hear what they said?

My father-in-law wanted
to talk about how best

to get onto Allingham land
without being seen doing it.

The defendants, they were arguing
for a more direct approach.

They wanted a confrontation,
you see.

Thank you so much.

Mr Eyre?

You're a "war hero".

I fought.

I was there.

And you suffered for it.

I have bad dreams, yes.

It's, er...

it has an effect on your life.

On the way that you see things,

on the way that you judge
what you see...

Get to the point, Mr Eyre.

There were shots fired,
weren't there?

On the day.

How did that make you feel?

I-I can't...

..loud noises make me...

You can't be relied on
to give an accurate account

of who was doing what,
because you were terrified.

Completely irrelevant.

The defendant hasn't listened.

Mr Rose?

This court doesn't have to decide

who was the aggressor
and who wasn't.

The law says you are guilty of riot
if you intend to use force.

The witness has told us about
the defendants' intentions.

That is the end of it.

That isn't fair.
It's the law.

Any other questions, either of you?

Thank you, Mr Allingham. You may go.

Yes.

A coward.

A conchy.

Are you asking me a question?

Because I don't recognise
either of those terms.

You're a man of principle,
Mr Eyre? Is that better?

Yes. Someone who puts the wellbeing
of others before himself?

I try to, yes.

But you're also a liar.

The map, Mr Eyre.

You lied about it
to Sergeant Westlake.

Yes...

Twice.

You said there was no map -
first lie.

Then when the constable
found it in your classroom,

you said it was yours.

It wasn't, was it?

No. The map belonged
to the minister.

Do you lie to the children
you teach?

No. So...

..why does a man of principle
suddenly tell so many lies

in such a short space of time
to the policemen?

No?

I think I know.

Because the map is evidence
of criminal intent,

because it shows planning
and forethought,

because it establishes
common purpose

and because it makes you
guilty of riot.

Then why would I want
to claim it as my own?

Because your first instinct
is to protect others.

You knew it would
incriminate Robin Lane.

Now, if the map were not
something to hide,

you'd have told the constable
whose it was,

who made the markings on it.

Martha?

You're a man of violence.

No.

Do you want to think
about that answer?

Only when there's good reason.

What was the reason
for fighting Alf Rutter?

Who threw the first punch?

I did. Why?

In the absence of an explanation,

we'll have to see it
as unprovoked violence.

And the attack on Sergeant Westlake?

That was provoked.
By? Him!

Bastard just wanted to see
everything his way,

which is the same as theirs.

Er, whose way?
The Big House.

They're all in it together.

Allinghams, gamekeepers,
police, you.

I'm sorry, is this
what one might call a rant?

I just see things as I see them.

The uncomplicated farm boy.

Did you meet any political activists
before the trespass? No.

Did anyone in your family

meet with political activists
before the trespass?

Yes. Who? My mother.

Who did she meet?
Bill Gibby. How often?

I don't know what
you're trying to say.

Nor do I.

Now you, you tell me
what you think I'm "trying to say".

Did they meet more than once?

Yes. Where? I don't know.

Why not? Were they secret meetings?

What about the last time they met?

Let's, let's just
concentrate on that.

Might be worth remembering
you're on oath.

Upstairs at The Lamb.

Just the two of them?

Did you talk to her about it? No.

Let me ask you again.

Why were you fighting Alf Rutter?
I don't know!

As I was saying...

..you're a man of violence,
Bert Middleton.

Sir?

I'm going to set you up
for life, Polly.

I don't understand.

In exchange, I need you
to do something for me.

Thank you, darling.
I'm proud of you.

The whole family
is very proud of you.

Hear, hear.

An exemplary performance.
Hand tremors particularly moving.

Just Bill Gibby to deal with next,
and then we're home and dry.

Mm, but he is very impressive.

Yes, but very cross-examinable.

What Norma Hankin gossips about
won't stand up in court.

It's not gossip.

What?

Gibby stays upstairs in The Lamb
when he's in the village

and Grace Middleton
goes to visit him.

Alone, at night.

How do you know?

Alf Rutter, Peter the landlord.

Me.

He's arriving this evening.

Ready for his big moment
in court tomorrow,

he'll be having a big moment with
the defendant's mother first.

Tonight? Mmm.

An adulterer, Mr Hankin.

Can I confirm with you

your magistrate's understanding
of such a man?

Dishonest, depraved,
and, of course,

completely unreliable
as a witness in a court of law.

Good evening, Mr Gibby.

The "gentleman of the highest order"

upon whom the prosecution rely

for all the evidence
they bring in this case...

..is not a gentleman
and cannot be relied on.

I know this to be true.

I've seen it for myself.

His evidence therefore
cannot be taken as credible.

It is my duty, therefore,

to tell you both

that you are innocent.

And that you will
leave here free men,

unstained by criminal conviction or
by any slurs on your character.

George. I don't understand.

You're free.

I'm the guilty party.

You can divorce me.

And Mr Eyre, he's free too.

I hope you make him as happy as
I know that you've tried to make me.

I want you to know that I love you.

Before I t...

..before I tell you...

..that you've killed me.

Oh, George!

George...

Tom, I've kept a secret from you.

I never meant to lie to you.
I just did what I thought I had to.

The quieter you keep a secret,
the louder it explodes.

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